Tainting Lilacs [Slow Updates]

Prologue: Finding Flowers

  

 I pulled myself up the stairs of my apartment building tired, sad, in pain, overwhelmed, and desperate to hide. Tonight had been my first night back there in...I don't even know how long. Once again, it was as if I were cursed. It ended the same way it always did. Tragically.

I limped up the stairs, the pain running through my arm, as I clutched tight. The blood was running thick down my sleeve. I looked down at the deep marks on my arm and shoulder. The gaps of flesh were violently leaking blood and lacking tissue.

The marks went deep.

Gashes of missing muscle were barely hidden under my warmest sweater and only coat. Now, even it was penetrated by the leaking blood. The white sweater underneath had lost its original color; instead, it was completely drenched in red.

The blood was rapaciously spouting from the deep tears that ripped away just as much of the shirt and sweater as it ripped away my flesh. The marks left from where the wounds originated. The sharp indiscriminate imprint. The marks of a bite. The marks of what teeth had ripped away. The remaining reminders of an arm and shoulder of mine that had been feasted upon.

I could barely move while struggling to get my keys out of my bag. I dug my hand around recklessly. This was the worst time to have misplaced my keys. Finally, I pulled them out with my functioning hand, jamming it into the lock as quickly as I possibly could.

I tried not to think twice about the girl inside. She was probably still asleep on my couch. I had to avoid her, obviously. How could I explain this? What could I say? She had asked so much of me. To help her, to save her, but I knew how things would end. How they always ended. I would only horrify and disappoint her.

I thought about those who wronged me before. The truth was painful. Painful because of what I was. Who I am. I pushed the door open. I could already feel the tears well up and begin to run down my face. It wasn't too long before I found myself violently sobbing.

Everyone around me, everyone who's ever had faith in me, is better off dead than by my side.

I'm nothing but a burden. I'm- I looked up to my roof covering my face. My whole heart snapped. I fell back on the floor sickened by the sight in front of me. I must really be cursed. I thought barely able to stomach what was before me.

There she was, pale as the snow outside. She swung draped in a white dress with her bare feet hovering above what must have been flower petals scattered across my floor. There she hung...swinging from my ceiling.

I sat on the floor of my apartment, soaking in my own blood while watching the dead girl swing.

How typical.